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“Certainly, my dear. There’s no need to return the clothes. They’re not that expensive anyway,” said the older woman.

As she helped Millie change earlier, the hostess noticed the fine texture of Millie’s garments, so unlike her own. She suspected that Millie might feel discomfort in her rougher attire.

Upon their exit, a dreamlike scene met their eyes: snow danced through the air ina fervent waltz, its grace captivating.

“Please accept this as a token of our gratitude, madam,” Derek urged, pressing a substantial amount of money into her hands before rushing to the vehicle.

The hostess’s eyes widened at the unexpected gift, her voice rising with alarm.

“What are you doing? I’ve already told you I won’t take money from you.”

Derek looked on, his gaze drawn to the spectacle of Marcus cradling Millie as he

for his phone to inform the search team of Millie’s recovery, Derek’s thumb brushed against

Nancy retrieved a bottle

match made in heaven.

glass, perplexed

she’d burst into laughter, a reaction that both

confusion apparent. The memory of Nancy’s rage earlier in the day, triggered by her defeat at Millie’s hands, lingered fresh in his

gleaming with an

heart, she reveled in the belief that Millie had perished in the cold. Whoever dared to cross her would

Millie had won? She was surely